The Lucky One

I am often called lucky.

Imagine you worked all week preparing for a test. You beat your temptations and saved the marshmallow. You aced your test.

Your best friend says, oh you are very lucky. How does that feel?

Yes, I am lucky in many regards and grateful to be so.

But I take offense when I am told that I am lucky to have a job that lets me travel.

Of course I was lucky that my parents sent me to good school. Lucky to be born in a time when we have internet. Lucky for the parents I got.

But I did not eat a lot of marshmallows to be here. All those months without direction.

It took me ten years to be lucky.